. meh!” she expressed. I was taken aback by how a girl so pretty could say that, was she really unaware of the effect she had on me, on all men, tha... could see her in the tiny bikini and cute cat ears?“Do you think you would be more beautiful with a belly like Barbie?” I said without thinking, while my hand caressed her lower stomach. At first, I said so thinking her trim body was much more beautiful like it was, without any fat, but the moment the words left my mouth, the image of Kitty with a. This was lovers’ stuff.It took a few seconds, but they finally landed. His lips on top of hers. And that first lip-to-lip kiss was magical. When he opened his eyes, he saw her opening hers. And this wide-eyed look of fascination and surprise and mischievousness made him smile.A barrier had been broken. With the first step out of the way, the second kiss came easy. More than a peck this time, this was heavy-breathing, faces-moving, hands-wandering, let’s-do-this! type kissing. He wanted to eat. He shifted little bit so that his lips came to my lips level and without hesitation he put lips on mine. His hands were busy with my both breasts and back. We were kissing intimately for Another 20-25 minutes. Then he lowered his hand to my stomach and started caressing it. My left hand was caressing his hairs and right hand around his waist. He started pushing his left hand fingers through my saree from front. I did not got what he was doing and with my right hand started resisting him. I was. Miss Corbin is not happy. She looks at me sideways as I enter. ‘Alright, beat me,’ she invites bitterly. I am indeed going to beat her. But not at her request. I survey her plight. My girls have, as usual, done an admirable job. Pettie’s wrists are still handcuffed behind her back. But a rope drags them up to the ceiling so that she stands on tiptoe, bent forward to ease the strain, helpless. But in pain. Rope on het wrists would be bad enough, but handcuffs…! Her bottom is beautifully.